"Hmm?"
The high-level zombie looked at the Master of Deception in astonishment.
Just praised you as not bad, didn't expect to feel disappointed so quickly.
"Do you not believe me?"
"I believe, when the Perfect Creator speaks, I will definitely believe it. It's just that I never take humans seriously, because humans are already the rejects of this era, at most they can only be zombies' fodder."
"Indeed, humans are zombies' fodder, but when faced with an apocalyptic disaster, humans often have savior-like entities. Since you've notified me, there's no need for other creators to be involved here, go back, return to your country, and tell your creators there are humans among the survivors who pose a threat to us."
The high-level zombie looked at the Master of Deception, "I was planning to go back anyway."
"That's good, goodbye."
The Master of Deception waved his hand at the high-level zombie.
The high-level zombie turned away, disregarding the nonsense of the other party.
